Legend and ancient indigenous wisdom say the object in the sky that we identify as “The moon,” or “a dead planet,” is First Earth.
According to my indigenous Elders, First Earth had everything this earth has: Birds, butterflies, children, trees, fish. “Then two “’Thinkings’ came. Nobody knows from where. One ‘Thinking’ said: ‘This (First Earth) is a beautiful place. It is mine. I will use it to keep myself happy.’” The other ‘Thinking’ said: “No. You must not use. Many generations of children coming. Must save for them.”
“’Thinkings’ got into arguments over First Earth. They argued long time. Neither side win argument. Arguments started war. It big war and last long time. Near end, “Thinkings” want save earth for future generations of children used up half First Earth trying to protect it, and the other “Thinkings’ that want use earth for its own selfishness, used up half First Earth assaulting those want save it. First Earth all use up.
One day First Earth catch fire. Not enough water to put the fire out. First Earth burned all up.”
According to Craven, First Earth clearly shows that war. First Earth is scarred, scratched and pitted with eruptions.
Craven Gibson, invited us to look upon this Earth at this time. Clearly we must be concerned because of present “Thinkings” and their intentions to destroy Earth.
Craven then compared this earth’s “thinkings” now with First Earth’s “thinkings” then. He sounded like our earth was preparing to burn into another moon. Long I looked at Craven then asked, “Two Moons”? Craven softly answered, “Two Moon. Mebee soon.”
The end of that narrative sounded like the end to life as we know it, that this earth will burn into a moon, too. But an old tribal Grandmother (from the generation before my Grandfather) caught my brothers, cousins and I as we raced through summer’s freedom. To slow us down and get our attention, she gave us wahach and wild plum preserves. We were quiet, sitting at her kitchen table, chewing wahach and savoring the wild perfume in her preserves.
“No. That is not way.” She was talking about Craven’s moon narrative. “It must not be.” After a deep breath she continued. “Ye’ja” is song, yes, but, but medicine song. Ye’ja is in children hearts, one who yet ‘Twinkle little star.’ That one. At dawn, universe listen for song from children. Hearts pure. Song say:
‘Help Mother Earth, please. Mother sick and hurt. Help. Make good ‘gin.’ Great Power, Great Spirit, Great Wonder he listen, he hear. He wrap medicine ‘round world, heal. But children of world must sing, dawn, mountain top. You be responsible hisnawa (warrior). Do job. Earth heal. Juyjowa (sickness/badness) go.’”
The legend explains that humans being neglectful and cruel to earth, water, and life are hastening the day this earth catches on fire and burns into another moon. Tribal Grandmothers instructed this generation to not allow this to happen. They said dance (Medicine Healing Dance) and YE’JA (Medicine Love Song to Mother Earth) must now do their part and begin a healing so Mother Earth will not burn into another dead planet. That is all I am permitted to know at this time. Darryl Babe Wilson/Sul’ma’ejote